Sommer

D A Bm G Maybe we could build a fort, I don’t know where, D A G it’s just if things got all effed up, I’d like to know where you were. D A Bm G I’ve got some milk crates: we could make stained glass with them, D A G these green 2-liters and duct tape for trim. D A Bm G And we’ll paint mud under our eyes. D A G And you’ll tie weeds in your ponytail. D A Bm G And through a skylight that I’ll make from scraps of old plastic wrap, D A G we could watch the moon pass from the holes in the canopy, D A Bm G Sommer D A G